Imagery

He is there
In the silence,
Snarling.

Light glints off fearsome, pointed teeth
While eyes glow steely red.

He is the monster under the bed,
The creature in the closet,
The thief in the night--
Hiding, lurking,
Ready to strike at any time.

And when you finally scrounge up,
From the recesses of imagination,
The courage to face this foe:

Look below,
Open the door,
Pull the blinds--

He is gone.